Curses are only in songs and stories.
It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the snow and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood (…) Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered.
They made her their queen, on the day she was born. They placed on her a crown, she wasn’t ready for. / He woke up one day, written out of the will. They swore he’d be okay, with lesser shoes to fill. - Birthright by Sleeping At Last